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THE SPIRIT OF CAPTAIN 
KIDD 

A Vaudeville Playlet in Two Scenes, 

By 
HARRY L. NEWTON 



Copyright 1913 by M. WITMARK <& SONS 
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Publishers 

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THE SPIRIT OY CAPTAIN KIDD. 



Note. — The acting rights of this Playlet are ex- 
pressly reserved by the Publishers, to whom 
Theatrical Managers and performers who 
wish to produce it should apply. Amateur 
representation may be made without such 
application and without charge. 

CHARACTERS : 

Timothy McSorley An Irish Laborer 

Hi. Grass A Regular Rube 

Locality. — Scene I. — A wrecked building. 

Scene II. — Interior of the Treasure 
Cave. 

Time. — The present. : 



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SYNOPSIS. 

Timothy McSorley, an Irish laborer engaged in 
tearing down an old house, said to be the residence 
at one time of the notorious Captain Kidd, becomes 
highly interested in the stories told him by one Hi. 
Grass, of the whereabouts of buried treasure in the 
ruins. Finally he turns up a tin box containing 
written instructions to the finder to repair at once 
to Grasshopper Hollow on the Coast of Maine, and 
to search in a certain cave where a vast treasure lies 
concealed. "(Signed) McCarthy."" 

Scene II shows the cave where, after a week's 
travel on foot, the two heroes arrive and immedi- 
ately set to work to discover the treasure. Here 
again is a tin box unearthed, this time filled with 
"rocks." A note is found, hoping the treasure 
hunters would appreciate the joke. "(Signed) Mc- 
Carthy.''' 



COSTUMES. 

Timothy McSorley — Typical Irish hod-carrier 

make-up, not a burlesque one. 
Hi. Grass — Typical Rube make-up. Wears three 

medals on his coat. 



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AUDIENCH. 

L. I. E. — Left first entrance. 
R. I. E. — Right first entrance. 
Iv. U. E. — Left upper entrance. 
C. — Centre of stage. 
R. C. — Right centre of stage. 
L. C. — Left centre of stage. 

C. D. — Centre doer 

D. R. C. —Door right centre. 
D. L. C— Door left centre. 



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Scene I is the ruins of the foundation of a build- 
ing that has just been torn down. Bricks are scat- 
tered about, as are also pieces of lumber, timbers, 
etc. Scene II is the interior of a cave, on the 
coast of Maine, wherein is supposed to be buried 
treasure, placed there by Captain Kidd, the Pirate. 
The debris that is used in Scene I must be so ar- 
ranged that it can be instantaneously transformed 
into rocks for the interior effect in cave scene. At 
rise of curtain, Grass is discovered, seated on piece 
of timber, whittling a stick. He can introduce a 
song if desired. Enter McSorley, pickaxe on shoul- 
der, coat on arm. 

Grass — Afternoon, Mac. (Tim pays no atten- 
tion to Grass, but takes coat, folds it carefully, then 
looks about for a place to hang it; then, finding 
none, he takes coat and carefully wipes pick with it, 
then throzvs coat in dirt on the ground.) What in 
thunder did you do that fer? 

Tim (Apparently just discovering Grass) — Oh, 
it's you, is it? And what did I do what fer? 

Grass — Wipe yer pickaxe off with yer coat. 

Tim— It's very evident that yez are not a first- 
class workman. Sure and I'm the man who must 
have clean tools to do good work. (Begins to pick.) 



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Grass (Laughing) — By heck! but ye remind me 
of a feller that was m our company in '6i. Guess I 
never told ye 'bout him. Well, one day in '6i at 
the battle of Bunker Hill — 

Tim {Interrupting) — What's that ye say ? B'gor- 
ry, ye have yer history twisted. The battle of 
Bunker Hill was not fit in '6i. 

Grass — No? 

Tim — No, and ag'in no. The battle of Bunker 
Hill was fit in 1875, two years before the World's 
Fair in Hoboken. 

Grass — Waal, waal, maybe yer right. My mem'ry 
ain't what it used ter be. Anyhow, I'll never fergit 
that day. Colonel Roosevelt came gallopin' up ter 
me at the battle of Bunker Hill — 

Tim — Hold on, hold on! 

Grass — Now what's the matter? 

Tim — Y're twisted ag'in. Is it Teddy Roosevelt 
ye mean ? 

Grass — That's the man— Teddy Roosevelt. 

Tim {Laughs) — Man alive, Teddy Roosevelt was 
runnin' fer President fer the first time agin Bryan 
during the battle of Bunker Hill. 

Grass — Waal, waal, how time does fly ! 

Tim — Yes, it does with a liar like you. But I 
have no time to gossip away with the likes of ye. 
{Picks a few times, then stops.) B'gorry, 'tis dry 
work, this. {Eyes Grass significantly, hut Grass 
pays no heed and continues whittling and whistling 
softly.) I sez to meself a minute ago, sez I: 
"B'gorry, 'tis dry work, this." Did yez hear me, 
Mr. Grass? 



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Grass — Nope. I don't never butt-in on folks 
when they be talkin' to themselves, Mr. McSorley. 

Tim — Do yez remember v^^hat the Governor of 
South Carolina said to the Governor of North Car- 
olina ? 

Grass — Nope. My mem'ry ain't as good as it 
used ter be once. 

Tim — Well, I'll tell yez. 'Tis another bit of his- 
tory. The Governor of South Carolina sez to the 
Governor of North Carolina : "Me boy, here's ten 
cents and a can. 'Tis a long way to the Dutch- 
man's, and I'm dry, so git a move on yez." 

Grass — Waal, do tell! And what did the Gov- 
ernor of North Carolina say? 

1»IM — Man alive, have yez no imagination? 

Grass — Yes, but I have no ten cents. Now if I 
was~gittin' a dollar a day like you — 

Grass — Then I'd have enough to wet my whistle. 

Tim — Yer a liar! I git a dollar-ten. 
Besides, it ain't five minutes ago since ye went down 
to the Dutchman's. By hen, why don't ye be tem- 
perate like me ? I was readin' in the paper yester- 
day the expense drink was to the workin' man. If 
a man was temperate and put all his money in a 
house and lot instead of a saloon, he'd be surprised 
how quick he'd own a home of his own. 

Tim (Takes a couple of picks with pick-axe. 
then) — Do ye drink? 

Grass — Ye bet yer boots I don't! 

Tim — Then where's yer house and lot? 

(Tim picks and Grass whittles vigorously, then) : 



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Grass — Ye ain't got much more work wreckin' 
this buildin', have ye ? 

Tim — It looks purty well wrecked now, don't it? 
Say, what the devil interest have ye got in this 
buildin*, anyhow ? Ye been hangin' round here ever 
since we started to tear it down ? 

Grass — What'd they tear it down fer ? 

Tim — Aw, ter build ye a home with the money 
ye saved by not drinkin'. 

Grass — Some folks are too smart. Say, when ye 
git through here I kin git ye a job tearin' down a 
church. How much will ye do it fer? 

Tim — Protestant or Catholic church? 

Grass — Protestant. 

Tim — I'll make no charge whatsoever. But ye 
ain't answered my question yit. Why have ye been 
hangin' around this place? 

Grass (Mysterious manner) — Maybe I'll tell ye 
and agin maybe I won't. Say, do ye know who 
used to live in this here buildin'? 

Tim — A devil a bit do I know or care. 

Grass {Rises, then steps about and looks around 
in mysterious manner) — Sh ! {Puts finger on lips.) 

Tim {looking about and then at Grass, fright- 
ened) — The same to ye and many of them. 

Grass — Sh ! 

Tim — What! Twice in the same place? 

Grass — One of the greatest explorers in the 
world lived almost on the spot where ye are now 
standin'. 

Tim — Oh, one of them fellers that go lookin' fer 
the North Pole on other folks' money? 



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Grass — Yes, that's them. 

Tim — And that's the reason they never find the 
North Pole. 

Grass — What's the reason ? 

Tim — Other folks' money. As long as there's 
folks to furnish money to them explorers, a devil a 
chance has the North Pole ever ter be discovered. 

Grass — Sh! (Finger on lips.) 

Tim (Startled)— Whsit? Agin? 

Grass — They do say as how this here explorer 
man was a treasure hunter. 

Tim — Oho! Is it so? 

Grass — Yes, siree ! And they do say as how he 
discovered buried treasures in far-off places. Now, 
then, where is it? 

Tim (Looking uneasily about) — If yez mean me, 
yez kin search me good. 

Grass — Folks think maybe I'm a fool, but I know 
a thing or two when I meet it, with a bell on. That 
explorer chap left a treasure somewhere, and I'm 
goin' ter discover that discoverer's treasure. 

Tim (Picking up- pick) — Well, I wish ye luck. 
But in the meantime, Mr. Grass, I'll be gettin' my 
dollar-ten a day. 

Grass — Sh! (Mysterious manner.) 

Tim (Angrily) — Say, stop that! I can't do fine 
work with that kind of noise in me ears. 

Grass — I just want to impress this matter on yer 
mind. 

Tim — Then talk like a man, not like a seltzer 
bottle. 

Grass — Listen ! Me and you must search these 



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here ruins and find that there treasure. And we 
must do it this here very afternoon before it gits 
dark. 

Tim (Sarcastically) — Oh, must we! 

Grass — Oh, waal, if ye don't want ter git rich 
quick 'tain't my fault. Pm satisfied that there's a 
treasure buried in this here ground, and it might as 
well be ours as the next feller's. 

Tim (Scratching head doubtfully) — Well, I 
dunno ; y're such a liar nobody kin believe ye. 

Grass — Why, I never told a lie in all my life. 

Tim — Man alive, there ye go with another whop- 
per ! Say, what the devil be them three medals on 
yer coat fer? (Indicates medals on Grass' coat.) 

Grass (Looking down at medals proudly) — Oh, 
them? Waal, this first one I got fer jumpin' over 
Niagara Falls. 

Tim— Ye don't tell me. 

Grass — Certain sure. This other one I got fer 
jumpin' back agin. 

Tim — Yes, man, but there's two ye have. 

Grass — Oh, I couldn't make it in one jump! 

Tim (Angrily) — And after that ye expect me ter 
dig fer treasure! Be on yer way, man, before I 
knock what little sense ye have left out of that 
blockhead of yours. (Threatens him with pick.) 

Grass (Draws back, frightened, and sits timidly 
on timber. Stage is darkened a little) — It's grow- 
in' dark, Mac. Opportunity knocks but once on a 
man's door. 

Tim — Shut up before I knock ye on the head 
with me pick. (Picks about on ground.) Go and 



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jump over Niagara Falls agin — and fergit to jump 
back. 

Grass — Listen to me. 

Tim (Interrupting) — I have listened to yez long 
enough. I got me work ter do. (Commences to 
pick vigorously.) 

Grass (To be delivered rapidly yet forcibly) — 
Yes, and that's all ye do from mornin' till night, 
day in and day out. Let me tell ye what ye do: 
Ye git up in the mornin' at four-thirty, wash and 
dress yerself ; light the kitchen fire ; wash and dress 
yer four children ; help yer wife with the breakfast ; 
carry in coal fer the day, fill up yer wife's wash- 
tubs, wash yer kids agin so they can go to school ; 
whip yer oldest boy a couple of times ; wash out yer 
workin' clothes and hang up the clothes line ; mow 
the grass in the front yard ; milk yer goats ; wash 
yer four kids agin so the Board of Health won't 
git 'em ; put up yer dinner in yer old dinner pail ; 
tramp two or three miles to yer work so's ye kin 
have a nickel fer the Dutchman ; carry the hod or 
swing the pick ten hours ; walk back home agin to 
save a nickel for the Dutchman agin ; wash yer 
face and hands, also the four kids agin ; carry the 
day's washin' in fer yer wife, then take down the 
clothes lines ; whip the oldest boy agin fer bein' bad 
all day; wash the four kids agin fer supper; start 
up the kitchen fire so's yer wife can make yer sup- 
per; set the table fer supper; wash the kids agin 
fer supper; milk the goats fer milk fer supper; 
wash the kids agin fer supper and set 'em up to 
the table and feed 'em ; chase down to the Dutch- 



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man's fer a pail of beer; come back and wash the 
kids agin and git 'em ready fer bed ; put 'em to 
bed and whip the oldest boy fer lickin' one of the 
others — and then ye go to bed and sleep, if the kids 
will let ye. And that's yer bill of fare, day in and 
day out. Am I right? 

Tim (Meanzvhile has taken out a pipe, lights It, 
and smokes while Grass is reciting the foregoing, 
leaning on his pick the while. Lights are lowered 
a little more) — Yes, but outside of that I have very 
little to do. (This, if worked up properly, should 
prove a tremendous laugh.) 

Grass {Falling hack in astonishment) — Oh, 
Lord! {Mimics Tim, and repeats) : "Outside of 
that I have very little to do." {Laughs.) 

Tim — What's so funny? 

Grass {Rises, takes medals off his coat, and pins 
them on Tim) — I ain't got no right to medals. 
They all belong to ye. 

Tim — I'm much obliged to yez fer nothin'. 

Grass {Suddenly catching Tim's arm and point- 
ing at ground with other hand) — Look! Look! 
By cracky ! What's that ? 

Tim {Startled)— Whtvtl What? Who? 

Grass — The treasure — as sure as sin! {Makes 
move to pick up tin box.) 

Tim {Grabs him) — Stop, man, it don't belong to 
ye ! I'm in charge of the works here — and I'll take 
charge of any treasure. {Picks up tin box, holds it 
up, and scans it critically.) B'gorry, it ain't so 



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heavy ! There can't be over a milHon dollars in 
pennies in it. 

Grass (Excitedly) — Open it and see. 

Tim — Easy, easy! Ye mind yer own business. 
I'm an honest man — and, besides, the box is locked. 

(To be highly effective, stage lights should he 
almost all out, using a small flood to be thrown on 
the two men.) 

Grass (Lights a match and holds flame to box. 
Reads) — "To whom it may concern." (To Tim) 
Why, that's us! Open her up. (Takes box from 
Tim, pries lid open, and looks in.) 

Tim (Looking over his shoulder) — That's a fine 
treasure, Mr. Grass. A piece of paper — that's all. 

Grass (Taking paper out) — Don't be so sure. 
Light a match, while I take a squint. 

Tim (Lights match and hands it to Grass) — 
Here, I'll read it meself. (Reads) : 'T, the under- 
signed, Daniel McCarthy, Irish (and hope the finder 
is also), do hereby solemnly swear that the con- 
tents of this paper are the whole truth and nothing 
but the truth, so here goes : On the coast of Maine, 
near Grasshopper Hollow, is a cave. The finder of 
this (and I hope, again, he's Irish) must go at once 
to cave and search for tin box, which contains a 
vast treasure, buried there by Captain Kidd. Walk 
sixteen feet from entrance and then three feet to 
left, dig, and what you find is yours. (Signed) 
McCarthy." (Two or three matches may be used 
in the reading of paper.) 

Grass (Excitedly) — There, didn't I tell ye? 



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Tim — B'gorry, I think yer right fer once. This 
letter was written by an Irishman, and an Irishman 
never told a lie. (Picks up his pick and coat from 
ground and starts off.) 

Grass — Where ye goin' ? 

Tim — To git that treasure. 

Grass (Starting) — I'm with ye. 

Tim — Stop, man! It sez in the paper that an 
Irishman is ter git the money — not a Rube. 

Grass — But, gosh ! it's a hundred miles to Grass- 
hopper Hollow. Ye ain't got no money, and you'll 
have ter walk it. 

Tim (Scratching head reflectively) — That's so. 
Well, you better come along, then. If it's a hun- 
dred miles fer me to walk, it'll only be fifty miles 
apiece fer the two of us. Come along. 

(Both exit. Dark stage. Scene is transformed 
to the cave interior.) 



SCENE II. 
interior of cave, a week later. 

(Enter Tim, followed by Grass. They both ap- 
pear exhausted. Tim is carrying pick on shoulder.) 

Tim — Come on, Grass; this must be the place. 

Grass (Groans and sinks wearily to floor) — By 
hen, I'm all in ! Don't 'pear like I kin go another 
step. 

Tim (Sitting down on rock) — We only got six- 
teen feet one way and three feet another way to go 
yet — leastwise, so the paper sez. 

Grass — Dern the paper ! I never did put in such 



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a week in all my life. Nothin' but walk, walk, walk, 
ever since we left home, and nothin' in my stomach 
to walk on, either. That's the all-firedest hundred 
miles I ever seen. 

Tim— Yes ; but, thank Peter, we're here now, and 
all we got ter do is dig up the money and ride back 
home agin in varnished cars and settin' on elegant 
cushions with colored gentlemen to wait on us ; and 
nothin' ter do but eat corned beef and cabbage fer 
the rest of our lives. 

Grass — I don't want no corned beef and cabbage. 
All my life I just longed to be rich enough some 
time to have pie fer breakfast, the year in and 
year out. 

Tim — Well, yer longin' will come true, all right. 
(Looks about.) B'gorry, 'tis a mysterious-lookin' 
place, this. 

Grass — Yes ; it looks just like Captain Kidd was 
a-goin' ter walk in any minute and say: "Good 
mornin', gents; what kin I do fer ye?" 

Tim (Looking nerz'ously about) — Sure, and I 
hope he don't butt-in fer a few minutes. 

Grass — He ain't likely to. He's been dead some 
years. 

Tim— Is that so? B'gorry, I didn't know he'd 
been sick, even. Say, what business was the Cap. 
in when he was alive? 

Grass (Mysterious manner) — Sh ! 

Tim (Startled) — There ye go with that hissin' 
agin. 



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Grass (Impressively) — Captain Kidd was a pi- 
rate. 

Tim (Interested, and smiling broadly) — So? 
And what was the Cap.'s battin' average? 

Grass — Say, Captain Kidd was no ball player. 
He was a pirate on the ocean. He robbed folks 
and killed them, and then buried his ill-gotten gains. 
That's the kind of a feller Captain Kidd was. (Im- 
pressively, and glancing nervously about) And they 
do say as how his spirit guards his buried treas- 
ures. 

Tim (Looking about) — Well, the Cap.'s spirit 
must be off watch now. I ain't seen him about no- 
w^here. 

Grass — Don't ye be too sure. Spirits are mighty 
pesky, mysterious things. Just about as we go 
monkeyin' with that treasure box, his spirit is liable 
to strike us. (Uneasily glancing about.) 

Tim (Likewise uneasy) — Sure, I hope he's Irish. 
I might square it with him. But I kin see no use 
in settin' here shiverin' in our shoes. We might as 
well git busy and find the Cap.'s gold. 

Grass — Yes ; ye go ahead, and I'll keep watch 
near the door. (Gets up and stands by cave en- 
trance.) 

Tim (Rising) — Oh, ye want ter be close to the 
door, eh? Well, I'll have ye to understand that if 
we share this treasure, we'll share the danger, too. 
Come on down here beside me. 

Grass (Comes slowly down) — 'Tain't that I'm 
skeered. 



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Tim (Sarcastically)' — Oh, no, of course not! 
Now stand quiet till I measure off the sixteen feet. 
(Picks up pick and goes to cave entrance, then 
turns and paces off sixteen feet.) There's the six- 
teen. Now, then, three feet to the left. (Takes a 
step to left. A large rock should he placed in this 
spot and a tin box behind it, hidden from view of 
audience.) 

Grass (Nervously) — I wish we had more light 
here. 

Tim (Sarcastically) — Oh, ye do? Well, turn on 
the electric lights then, or ring fer the butler ter do 
it. Say, ye don't deserve to have money. Now 
watch me get rich quick, Mr. Grass. (Strikes rock 
with pick and a Hash of light illumines cave. He 
drops pick, frightened.) 

Grass (Shaking)— Oh, gosh, Mr. Spirit, talk to 
Mr. McSorley ; he's the Irishman. 

Tim — Shut up, will ye ! That was nothin' but me 
pick strikin' flint in the rock. I've seen that a thou- 
sand times in quarries. 

Grass — I hope y're right; but I wish this was 
over and we was back in our own home agin. 

Tim — Grass, don't be a quitter. Stand firm while 
I soak that rock agin. 

Grass — All right, I'll stand firm. (Knees knock 
together violently.) 

(Tim strikes rock two or three times with pick, 
and each time lightning effect is produced from 
wings. Grass covers his eyes and exhibits fright. 
At fourth or fifth stroke of pick there is a loud 



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explosion, and Grass and Tim fall to floor. Then 
Grass rises and dashes madly out of cave. Tim 
slowly sits up, rubs eyes, etc.) 

Tim — B'gorry, where am I, and what happened 
me? {Looks about, and then at rock; then jumps 
excitedly toward it, gets tin box from back of rock 
and drags it to centre stage.) By Saint Peter, it's 
the treasure-box ! {Calls excitedly) Gv2.ss\ Grass! 

Grass {Outside) — I got a dern good start fer 
home, and I guess I'll keep goin'. 

Tim — Ye kin go ter blazes if ye want to ; I'll keep 
all this money meself. {Looks at box.) It's purty 
soon it'll be that I'll know the true feelin's of the 
rich. No more carryin' the hod or swingin' the 
pick. I'll have colored gentlemen to wait on me, 
and Germans to fetch me my beer; and Jews to 
make me nice clothes, and dagoes to play Irish tunes 
fer me, and — But what's the anticipatin'. I'll 
feast me eyes on the treasure and then — {Pries 
open box, which is filled with common stones, takes 
out a stone, holds it up and looks at it.) What the 
hell kind of money do yez call that? {Throws it 
down.) Nothin' but a common, ordinary, everyday 
rock, or I'm a goat. {Empties box on floor.) And 
every one is the same. Hello, what's this? {Picks 
up a piece of paper. Reads) : "To whom it may 
concern." {Speaks) That's the same as was in the 
other box. {Reads) : *T hope the finder of this 
box is Irish. None but the true Irish can appreciate 
a good joke. The finder of this box is entitled to 
all the 'rocks' it contains. 'Rocks' is slang for 



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money. See the joke? Now, laugh ! Yours truly, 
Daniel McCarthy/'' 

(Tim slowly lays paper on Hoar, then thought- 
fully pulls out pipe and tobacco, lights pipe and 
takes a few thoughtful puffs, then suddenly is 
struck with an idea, and calls to Grass.) 

Tim — Grass ! Oh, Grass ! Come here ! 

Grass {Sticks head in door) — Well? 

Tim — Come here once. (Grass comes to TiMt 
Tim takes medals from his vest and hands them to 
Grass.) Here, take these medals and find Daniel 
McCarthy. They belong to him — not me. 

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Initiations, Suitable for Kindergartens, Schools, Academies, Colleges, Churches, 
Drawing Rooms, Lodges, Clubs, Y. M. C. A.'s, Musical and Dramatic Associa- 
tions, Operatic Clubs, Oratorio and Choral Societies, Glee Clubs and Quartets, 
Minstrel, Vaudeville, Lyceum and Concert Entertainers — also suggestions and 
materials for Social Entertaining, Fairs, Exhibitions, Fates, Outdoor Occa- 
sions, etc., etc. 

We are the exclusive owners and controllers of over 200 copyrighted comic 
operas and musical comedies including such successes as "Robin-Hood." "Wizard 
of the Nile," 'The Serenade," "Wang," and others, especially adapted for ama- 
teur productions, for which we supply the prompt book, stage manager's guide, 
dialogue parts, vocal scores, solo and chorus parts, orchestral score and orches- 
tral parts, and we are the only house that can give the right to play them. We 
carry everything in this department from PINAFORE to PARSIFAL. NO MAT- 
TER WHAT KIND OF ENTERTAINMENT YOU NEED. CONSULT US. 

We publish Catalogs and Literature covering all of the above. WRITE us 
what you are particularly interested in and we will START YOU RIGHT. 



Ours is the only House in the whole world that is so 
thoroughly equipped for the Amateur Entertainer 

FOR CATALOGS. SUPPLIES. ETC.. ADDRESS 

M. WITMARK & SONS 

ENTERTAINMENT SUPPLIES DEPT. 

5 Witmark Building : : : : : New York 

For information and for suggestions, address personally 

ALBERT CARLTON, Director, Information Bureau 

M. WITMARK & SONS 

5 Witmark Building : : : : : New York 

Everything from a GNE-RING puzzle to a THREE-RING circus 



